By now the news of my impeachment has surely reached New York City. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

The wall I was elected to build has proven most un-buildable. The America our movement would have made great again, remains yet not great. I fear that we may gorge ourselves on Winning no more. And as the DJIA soars like Icarus, my men become emboldened, but I fear this weak sustenance will prove but a bitter fruit for their sorry children.

I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of Don Jr. or my little Baron - that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, never forget how much I love you.

Why neither General Flynn nor our proud Colonel Bannon have not driven Mr. Mueller and his tired Yankee rabble back, I do not know, but God must have had some object in view.

We had a fine rain last night that was much needed. I had my oil cloth pitched for a tent but it leaks very badly. I got rather wet but the rain was very hard and lasted only a short time, and I got dry and went back to bed and slept very well.

Melania, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my drive to MAGA comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield. Melania, know that when my last breath escapes me at Mueller's cursed altar, it will whisper your name.

Not my will, but thine O God.

Au revoir,

Donald Jebediah Trump

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3872566&forum_id=2#35249929)